A/N: I'm so sorry for the weak plot device I use in this chapter. I don't know that the Prior Incantatum spell actually shows who or what was hit - but I'm using it here because otherwise this section would be far, far longer.

I also apologize for the intermibly long veritaserum questioning. So many times the questioning is so cliché it annoys me. So I tried to get a trial which was based more on real rules of evidence and questioning which didn't leave gaps that were a mile wide open. Of course, the fact that wizards are idiots means that most cliché descriptions would probably be accepted in such an odd society.

"Oyez, Oyez. Oyez! Oyez! Wizengamot is now called to session! The Lords and Ladies Wizengamot now sit in judgement! Senior Wizengamot Lord Tiberius Ogden Presiding! The case of Magical Law Enforcement vs. Sirius Black shall now be heard. Let all who have knowledge of this matter stand forth and be heard."

Albus had recused himself as a witness and so Tiberius Ogden was presiding.

Tiberius nodded to the crier and then said, "Who represents the parties?"

Barty Crouch stood. "Bartimius Crouch for the Prosecution."

"Gary Seven of the House of Black for the Defence."

Crouch immediately stood. "The DMLE has no record of this wizard. What proof do we have of his affiliation."

Arcturus Black stood. He had also recused himself, but was present. "As the Head of House Black, I have provided proof to Lord Ogden. You have no need of further evidence."

Crouch looked at the Elder member and Ogden nodded. "Very well."

"Bring is the prisoner."

Albus Dumbledore took this as his cue and he sent a Patronus spell off. There was muttering as usually an Auror was sent. Soon, however, the Headmaster's phoenix flashed in with three wizards in tow: Alastor Moody, Gawain Robards, and Sirius Black.

Moody looked around and then said, "I bring the prisoner to the Wizengamot for judgement. He has been in my custody since being retrieved." Moody walked up (his wooden leg clumping along) to the Elder member and presented documents and vials. "Here is the evidence of his treatment and the steps I took as well as all documents from Azkaban regarding the prisoner." He took a pouch from his pocket. "The Prisoner's wand is here."

Ogden looked through the documents and the pouch.

"As reported, the wand is not snapped meaning that normal procedure failed. A prisoner's wand is snapped upon conviction. There is a sheet giving the charges. There is an order that places him there but no record of a trial."

Ogden put these aside. "Therefore, I find there is sufficient reason for a trial to take place."

Crouch once again stood. "Prisoners being charged with such serious crimes normally require dementors on hand. Where are the dementors?"

Gary Seven stood and called, "Objection. The prisoner is secure. There is no need to subject the prisoner to dementors unless he is convicted."

Ogden replied, "Overruled. The procedure for trials for treason against Magical Britain includes dementors to perform the kiss if convicted. The dementors will be placed in their traditional location."

An Auror went out and soon two dementors moved into the room. However, instead of moving toward the area they would be contained in, they rushed directly at the prisoner and his barrister.

Gary Seven quickly performed the Patronus charm. The audience was in shock when the Patronus was gold rather than the customary white.

The Junior Undersecretary yelled in protest. "The Defence is preventing the dementors from their duties! He must be punished!"

Gary Seven looked with fury at the younger-but-still-toardlike Dolores Umbridge. "Why are the dementors attacking us before conviction?"

Ogden looked furiously at Umbdrige and then Crouch. "Yes. Why are the dementors attacking the prisoner without a lawful order?"

Crouch was sweating. He hadn't expected such a quick Defence. "I don't know. It's possible they are somehow fighting the Ministry's control." Umbridge just didn't say anything.

In truth, Dolores Umbridge was upset because she wouldn't be getting the money Lucius Malfoy had paid her to take care of this quickly.

Gary was quick to interject. "I won't have rogue dementors attacking my client! I demand they be removed unless a Kiss is ordered."

Ogden nodded. "I quite agree. While the presence of the guards of Azkaban is traditional, the prisoner is due the right to not be directly threatened unless convicted. Aurors! Remove the dementors!"

Soon the dementors were gone. Ogden finally said, "Prosecutor. Present your case."

Bartemius Crouch was vicious. There were very few witnesses, however, and very little evidence. Gary noticed that he never had Sirius' wand checked. Crouch acted as though he had given an excellent case.

Finally, Ogden called for Gary to present his case.

"The Defence calls Garrick Ollivander."

The respected Wandmaker made his way up.

"Mr. Ollivander, you have been selling wands to British wizards for how many years?"

"One Hundred and Seven, since my Grandfather first apprenticed me."

"Have you ever forgotten a wand you have sold or a wizard you sold it to?"

"No. I remember every wand I have ever sold."

"So, for example," he looked around and pointed to a random Wizengamot member, "did you sell that man a wand?"

Ollivander looked. "12 ¾ Inch. Cherry. Dragon Heartstring. Good for Defence and Charms. I sold the wand in 1932."

Gary looked around. "Does anyone want to question the expertise of Mr. Ollivander?"

There was a large amount of silence.

"Very well." He said to the Elder member, "I would request that Mr. Ollivander be allowed to inspect the wand of Sirius Black."

Ogden replied, "I will allow it." He directed that the pouch be handed over.

Mr. Ollivander looked at the wand. "Yes. I sold this wand. 11 ¾ inches. Mahogany. It contains the heartstring of a particularly strong Hebridian Black. Good for Transfiguration."

"Very good. Can you tell us with certainty the last spells this wand performed?"

There was muttering. "Of course."

"Please do so."

Crouch stood. "Objection! Such a test would have been performed when it was taken. This might taint the record of the wand." Truthfully, Bartemious Crouch was grasping and had no clue what he was saying.

Ollivander looked at Crouch with some disdain. "Do not tell me my craft! Your statement is completely false and shows that you have no knowledge of wandcraft."

Gary Seven replied. "As Mr. Ollivander has stated, Mr. Crouch is not a Wandmaker and does not have the training to accurately judge."

"Sustained. Perform the test."

"This is the Prior Incantatum spell – a standard spell for Aurors and those investigating crimes. I find it odd that Mr. Crouch so misunderstands the spell." He performed the spell and watched the results. "This wand last performed, in reverse order, a stunning spell, several apparatings, and a minor healing spell."

"Can you tell us who the spells were cast toward?"

"Not the stunning spell as it didn't hit anyone. But the minor Healing spell was for a baby which appears to be a Potter, but I am not certain."

There were now many more mutterings until the Elder had to force the room to be quiet.

"Thank you. I have another wand for you to examine."

Crouch yelled, "Objection! What relevence?"

Gary replied, "Mr. Ollivander is the leading expert on wands. His ability to identify and examine wands is undisputed. The wand is of a person who was present at the incident in question."

Ogden looked at the Defence. "Who's wand?"

"I would prefer Mr. Ollivander to identify so as to prevent any from claiming undue influence."

"Very well. Overruled for now. Proceed."

Gary brought out a pouch and handed it to Ollivander. Ollivander took the wand out and said, "Interesting."

"Mr. Ollivander, can you identify this wand?"

"Yes. I sold this wand in 1971. 8 ¾". Willow with a unicorn hair core. I sold this to Peter Pettigrew."

There were a number of mutterings. Crouch looked at the wand with some consternation. He was trying to think of something to object to.

"Please perform the same investigation on spells cast with this wand."

Ollivander once again cast the Prior Incantatum spell and reported, "In reverse order, a cutting curse, a blasting hex, and several apparatings.."

"Can you tell us who the spells were cast toward?"

"The blasting hex is unidentifiable. The cutting curse is odd."

"How so?"

"The curse registers as being used against the wands owner by the wand owner himself. Cursing oneself is very odd."

The mutterings became much louder.

"So, to be clear, the cutting curse FOLLOWED the blasting hex?"

"Yes."

Ollivander was soon dismissed.

"I call Sirius Orion Black to the stand. The Prisoner has consented to being questioned under Veritaserum."

Sirius was not allowed to leave the chair he was chained to, but testified from there. After his name was verified and a control question were asked, the questioning began.

"Are you a follower of Voldemort, self-claimed Dark Lord?"

"No."

There had been a visible flinch when the name was given.

"Were you the secret keeper on a Fidelius Charm under which James Potter, Lily Potter, and Harry Potter lived?"

"No."

"Were you aware of such a charm?"

"Yes."

"How were you aware of it?"

"I forgot where they lived until Wormtail told me."

"Who is Wormtail?"

"Peter Pettigrew."

"Pettigrew verbally told you the secret?"

"Yes."

"Were you surprised that Pettigrew knew the secret?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I suggested to Prongs and Lily that Wormtail become the secret keeper instead of me."

"Why not be the keeper yourself?"

"No one would expect Wormtail to be picked as secret keeper. I asked to be a decoy."

"Why would you ask to be a decoy?"

"So that I could keep my godson safe. If I was tortured, I wouldn't be able to give the information. Me disappearing would have alerted Peter to go into hiding."

"So you were willing to die to keep the Potters safe?"

"Yes."

"When you were caught, you were heard saying, 'I killed them!', and laughing. Why did you say that?"

"Because I was the one who suggested Wormtail as secret keeper."

"Why did you laugh?"

"Because Wormtail got one over on me and I couldn't believe it. It was either laugh or cry."

"How did Wormtail get one over on you?"

"He framed me for killing a bunch of muggles."

"How did he frame you?"

"He hexed a gas pipe to explode which killed the muggles. He then cut off his finger and changed into his Wormtail form and escaped."

"What is his Wormtail form?"

"A dark grey rat."

"He was an animagus?"

"Yes."

"Was Peter Pettigrew alive when you saw him last?"

"Yes."

"To your knowledge, could he still be alive?"

"Yes."

"Have you ever appeared before anyone to determine your guilt or innocence?"

"No."

"Have you been interviewed by anyone since you were taken by the Aurors after Pettigrew disappeared?"

"No."

"Have you ever killed anyone or given information which was used by someone else to kill anyone?"

"No."

After a few moments of stunned silence, there was a much louder hubbub than normal which necessitated Ogden to quiet the room.

There were no other questions asked of Sirius. Even Crouch was unwilling to ask.

Crouch was looking at the very real possibility that this would get him fired.

The revealing of Peter Pettigrew – with his sleeve torn off and faded Dark Mark fully visible – was almost anticlimactic. He was taken by Aurors so that he could be given his own trial later.

None of the participants in the room particularly wanted to take the time to question him now as his presence alone verified Sirius' story.

Needless to say, Sirius was soon on his way to treatment and there would be much that magical Britain would be talking about.

Gary Seven sat in the Dursley's kitchen drinking the tea that Petunia served.

She nervously sat facing him, doing the same. "You say he'll feel some pain? Can't you use … something … to take care of it? We already have enough trouble getting him to move out of the cupboard. We don't need new trauma added."

Harry shook his head. "I've never tried it with any other … things … active that I know of. I'd rather not take a chance. He's not old enough to understand, nor agree to, experimentation."

"Will you do it here?" She really didn't know if she wanted to see this.

"I'm thinking of doing it at the bank. The bankers will provide a facility if I request it. They owe me a couple of favors."

Petunia nodded. She thought about it and said, "Well, it's better to take care of it. I might not love him as I should, God help me, but I do not want to see him suffer."

Gary nodded. "I appreciate your honesty. I already respect you far more than most of your alternates. Most are so caught up in being normal that they allow many wretched things to occur. And the idiocy of wizards doesn't help."

Petunia took on a look like she had swallowed a lemon. "If it wasn't for the fact that nothing will change the truth, I'd never let him go off to those people."

Gary sighed. "In my youth, I would have resented you for saying that. Experience has taught me that you far more accurate in your criticisms than most wizards would be comfortable with."

Petunia nodded with some small sense of joy. The acknowledgement by her nephew's other self had released just a very small part of the old hurts that she had long held in her heart.

It was the first step in healing.

Harry looked around at the scary room he was in. There were mean looking people who were setting things up. The man who had stopped the old man from doing something to his Unca Vern'n had brought him here and told him they were going to get rid of a sickness in his forehead.

He had always wondered what it was, but Aunt Tuney and Unca Vern'n would never tell. To find out there was a sickness was bad. He remembered the yucky cut that he had hidden from Aunt Tuney. It took forever to go away.

So, Harry sat on the table he was asked to and tried not to be scared. He was told getting rid of the sickness would hurt but would be over fast.

Finally the man asked him to close his eyes and lay down. He scrunched his eyes really tight. He heard the man say something like "fin it in tatum" but the words made no sense.

He quickly forgot about the words when he felt his forehead hurt … A LOT. He really wanted to scream but he really wanted to be brave so he just sat there … and hurt.

Soon, however, the hurt went away! And he really felt much better!

He opened his eyes to ask the man if the sickness was gone but the man was looking at him really weird.

Finally he said, "'ut? Why you look at me?"

The man did something with his stick and then picked up a little mirror on the table. He didn't remember that there!

The man handed it to him and he looked to see if the cut was gone.

What he saw surprised him. He looked like himself … but different. The cut was almost totally gone – it looked like the yucky cut he had right before it went away – but his hair wasn't the same color anymore! Now it was the color of … pancakes. Or the stuff for the pancakes that Dudley always kept for himself.

An older person would describe it as a rich brown.

"Why hair diff'rent?"

The man looked as confused as he felt. He said, "I don't know."

Harry was following Gary with much energy. Gary Seven – born Harry James Potter – had no idea exactly what was happening.

He had waited until he explained horcruxes to Dumbledore and taken care of the ones he could get. He had dealt with the goblins to get the Lestrange Cup. The Diadem was easy. The snake was not likely one yet. Arcturus had allowed Gary to get the Locket from Kreacher. (Kreacher, needless to say, was much happier.) The Ring was tricky but taken care of. He had kept that from Albus.

The Diary was the only one not in reach and would be Dumbledore's job to get taken care of. Dobby was a Malfoy elf and not Narcissa's so Arcturus couldn't use him to get it. And no one wanted to directly take on the Malfoys until success was certain.

And so, Gary had taken care of the unintentional one. Due to his unique relationship with Harry Potter (being an alternate), the fact that it wasn't properly sealed as a Horcrux, and Gary's ownership of (a version of) the Elder Wand, Gary Seven was the only one who could handle it so easily. And so, he had gotten permission from the goblins and performed the Ending Charm.

But more than the little bit of a connection was ended. Harry's appearance had changed. Harry only saw the color of his hair change, but Gary noticed a few other small details. He no longer looked to be a clone of James Potter.

He still looked like the man's son, but not a carbon copy.

And so, he was taking little Harry to visit his godfather in St. Mungo's. He'd let them visit – and then Gary had a few questions.

The visit was a success. Little Harry had been overjoyed to meet one of his parents' friends and the idea that he would visit often and tell stories gave the boy much joy.

Finally, Gary had gotten Harry distracted and asked, "Do you know why Harry now looks so different? At first I thought that maybe he had some metamorphmagus talent, but I tried to get him to change his hair again and nothing happened. This is how he really looks."

Sirius was as confused as Gary. "I don't know. He still kind of looks like James, but why he looks so different is a mystery."

Gary thought for a bit. "Where can we look?"

Sirius considered it. "Maybe they left papers in their vault?"

Gary replied, "So just ask the goblins to look?"

Sirius shook his head. "You might be able to do it, but it's locked down right now. The best answer is to see if they had a will. The Executor would have access."

Gary nodded. "I'll talk to Dumbledore. In most universes, he seals the will to 'Protect Harry.' This one is just manipulative enough that it's likely."

Sirius grinned ruefully. "Yeah. Dumbles pretty much never changes."

Gary grinned a bit viciously. "Well, I kind of kicked him in the arse hard enough to knock some sense into him. He's going to start telling people the truth about his past. I finally got through to him that people will respect him more if they know the truth – faults and all. And he gets annoyed with the Hero Worship as much as I did. So he's willing to tarnish the image a bit."

Sirius whistled – which brought Harry's attention back to the two adults. "He doesn't tell anyone anything he doesn't have to. You've performed a miracle!"

Harry had walked back over. "'ut's a mir'cul?"

Both adults suddenly saw the boy. Sirius grinned and said, "You are!" The two distracted Harry enough that he forgot the question.